Sorry I haven't been uploading very often. I've had a film audition, have been booked to be in one commercial, one promo modeling gig, and and a workout video, all in two weeks time. I'm so exhausted…I need to stop trying to be my own agent…
General Meech sat in his Voot Cruiser, contentedly slurping away at an Irken Martini. He couldn't help chuckling to himself. He had just been rubbing elbows with the Almighty Tallest! Things may be looking up for him. If he'd gotten in good enough with the Tallest, maybe they'll give him a promotion to boot…..Maybe he'll even get the position of an Invader!
General Meech leaned back comfortably in his strattle-chair and switched on auto-pilot. Once he'd gotten back to the station, that Robert Bledsoe character will be destroyed, and then it's hello promotion. Jabbing a black-gloved finger at the holoscreen, he turned on the news.
"…This just in, from the Great Irken Database…" said the reporter, wearing his usual one-eyed goggle so he can read auto reports just as their uploaded into the system.
"…The amazing story of a brave young Irken has just been uploaded. Stranded on a primitive enemy planet as a tiny smeet, this young hero has endured a turbulent life raised by savage alien monsters called Hue-Mens, a carniverous, disease-ridden species with disgusting fur-covered bodies…"
General Meech froze as a picture of Bobby's face flashed onscreen. His martini dropped from his hand, fell and shattered on the ground… along with all his dreams of becoming and Invader.
" The smeet then survived a horrible inferior existance, all the while dreaming of his beloved home planet, Irk. Reports show that this enemy planet is the very same filthy unmarked globe that Ex-Invader Zim had been banished to. Through superior Irken Problem-Solving-Skills, the young Irken was able to find his way across the galaxy back into Irken Territory. And now it's time for Public Opinion…"
The screen flashed to footage of an elderly Irken woman with a microphone jammed in her face.
"That poor poor boy, living under such horrible circumstances all these years!" she said.
"It's disturbing to think that all this time one of our own was being brought up like an animal. It makes you wonder how many more of our kind are out there suffering needlessly," said a young Irken male.
"I think he's a hero! I wanna be just like him someday!" said one little smeet-girl.
"I wonder what the Almighty Tallest will have to say about this. I'm sure they won't approve of this mistreament of our own species. They'll think of some way to help this poor unfortunate boy," said an Irken Community Leader.
The reporter flashed back onto the screen. " The Irken Public eagerly awaits a statement and plan of action from the Almighty Tallest."
Meech sat staring at the screen in horror…
"GLOOOSH!!!!"